There were no words. Jack just stared at her, open-mouthed. Beside the Queen, a red-faced Leander had rolled his eyes heavenward and looked to be silently counting to ten.
“We’ll give you money, water, and a gun.” She nodded to a young man in the crowd, and Jack recognized him as the boy who’d helped her up when she’d fallen yesterday during the Queen’s impressive arrival. “In something she doesn’t have to use her hands to carry,” Jenna added to the boy. He nodded, turned, and dashed away. Turning back to Jack, Jenna said, “Hopefully you won’t need the gun, but I think safe is always better than sorry.”
Jack was having a problem with her tongue. It didn’t seem to be connected in any meaningful way to her brain.
“We’ll have to walk out to the arena. I need a bit more space than this for
